Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.